One Ork, his comrade to his right felled by a well placed bolt to the chest, fired his rocket launcher at point blank range. The awkward and imperfect missile spiraled once and struck the wall, a mere foot from the nearest marine. The primitive warhead detonated, sending him sprawling backwards along with Kairo, who had been back to back with the man. Forced up against the wall, striking head first, the captain watched as his bolter slid from his grasp across the cold hard cement, out of his reach.